“I can see why the boss has such a thing for you,” Jason murmured against the side of his neck. Dick swallowed around the gag in his mouth and glared as his younger brother pulled back. The curved blade traced the line of his jaw, ending at his chin. He jerked his arms, a futile show of strength that got him little more than a laugh. Panting, the tight fabric wet in his mouth, he worked his lips to no avail.
“Struggle,” the younger man encouraged, standing. “Please. Nothing could possibly make me happier.” He flashed a grin. A quick flick of his wrist buried the tip of the blade into the surface of the table beside him. “Ok, that was a lie. But I’ll let you wonder.”
The Red Hood paced forward, gripping Nightwing’s chin in his hands and jerking the man’s attention upward, painfully so, making his back arch against his bonds.
“So pretty like this,” the Hood mused, running his thumb along Dick’s lower lip, collecting the spittle that gathered at the corners. “I could see him wanting you.”
Dick jerked his head and the grip became crushing; Jason narrowed his eyes, crouching before him.
“But I have you now,” he whispered. “And the things I would do to you…”
Dick’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. His breath drew sharply through his nose as his hands pulled relentlessly, trying to work the knots at his wrists.
But they were Robin’s knots. Expertly tied. Because Batman didn’t allow for failure.
“Things Bruce wouldn’t,” Jason continued, his voice low and suggestive. His eyes flickered across Dick’s face, the marks he had left, the reminder of the struggle the older man had given before finally being subdued.
“And you would have laid down for him, wouldn’t you?” the younger man purred, brushing his lips over the recent gash that defined Dick’s high cheekbone, tasting iron. Tasting blood. “You would have given him anything he asked, simply because it was him.”
Dick shuddered, covering it with another forceful jerk.
“He trained us all the same, didn’t he, brother?” Jason breathed against his ear. “Made us perfect soldiers in his fucking war. Obedient. There’s nothing like the rush you get when he gives you an order, is there, Dick?”
The older man’s breath shortened and his chest heaved, obvious in the black, revealing spandex of Nightwing’s uniform. Jason’s chuckle was dark and knowing.
“When he barks for you to follow,” Jason snapped and Dick jumped, his eyes wide. “When he tells you that his word is law…” The man’s hand came up to stroke his brother’s cheek fondly. “Then there is just him and you and you can’t stand it when he looks at anyone else because there’s only you and his perfect orders…”
Jason’s hand slid down to Dick’s throat. “And your perfect obedience.”
Dick groaned as his brother’s fingers wrapped around his throat. He tossed his head and tried to speak around the gag.
“The perfect soldier,” Jason whispered, adding light pressure to his hand. “Every mission is everything you ever wanted and you just…wait…”
Dick’s breath grew ragged. The younger man pulled back, searching his brother’s desperate eyes.
“You just wait for him to say it.”
Nightwing’s brow creased. There was pain behind his eyes. Spirit. Revulsion.
The corner of Jason’s mouth curled. Just a little. Just enough. Because Batman never smiled.
“You’ve done well, Robin.”
Dick inhaled sharply, his breathing rapid. Jason’s fingers tightened and his brother’s shoulders slumped and in his eyes—
When Nightwing’s head fell, the Red Hood allowed it.
“Such a pretty bird,” he murmured and Dick made a sound like sobbing. “All you ever wanted was to please him. His attention. His touch.” Jason’s hand moved down his brother’s muscled torso.
“So much faith in a flawed man. So much trust. So much love.”
Dick shook his head, his hair falling forward into his eyes. Jason’s expression was cunning and calm.
“Do you think he loves you, brother? The way he so easily replaced you with me. Me with that rich brat…do you think he’s capable of it? Do you think he has the capacity?” Jason’s hand was around his throat again, forcing his head up. Dick’s eyes were red and raw and pleading.
“All you want,” Jason said softly, almost affectionately. “Is to be used and loved, isn’t it, Dick? To give yourself to someone that will hold you down and call your name and force your obedience.”
Dick’s expression nearly crumbled. He mouthed at the gag, gnashing and panting.
Jason smiled, brushing the dark hair from Dick’s face. “I think you’d look stunning in a collar, Dick.”
The older man froze. There was terror in his eyes. And something else.
Jason thumbed at his Adam’s apple, dipping below his torn uniform. “Something in black, maybe. Or blue…”
“I could give you that,” he murmured. “Would you let me? Would you obey as unconditionally?”
Dick’s eyes slid shut as Jason’s tongue replaced his thumb, his head falling back. The younger man kissed and sucked at the skin of his throat and Nightwing could only groan around the gag, no longer fighting.
“You give me that, brother,” Jason whispered harshly, “and I will give you everything he couldn’t. Everything he wouldn’t. Join me, and I will make you flawless.”
Dick turned his head to the side, his face pained.
“Will you, Robin?” the Red Hood persisted. “Trust me and I will make you perfect.” His tone softened. “I will make you mine.”
Something like a whimper caught between Dick’s mouth and the cotton gag. Jason’s hands moved up with his lips, tugging at the knotted ends.
“Be mine, brother,” he mouthed against Nightwing’s jaw as the fabric fell away. Dick’s breath hitched and he swallowed wetly.
Dick was tense in his arms, bound hand to foot with an expert’s attention to detail. His head was the only part free to move and he used it then…
…to nod weakly.
“Yes,” he croaked, throat dry. Then, “Yes.”
Jason’s smirk was sultry and satisfied. “Good…”
He kissed him then, gentle. Forceful. Controlling. Demanding. Loving. Like Dick was the only thing in his world. And Dick opened his mouth and gave it all to him willingly. Surrendering, slack, and sucking when Jason told him to and breathing when Jason allowed him to.
And it was everything he ever wanted. But more. It wasn’t Bruce, but it was enough.
When Jason pushed him back, Dick didn’t protest. And when his bonds were cut, he did as he was told, getting to his hands and knees.
And when Jason told him to suck, he closed his eyes and prayed to god that it pleased him.
When Jason murmured Robin over and over, with a firm, steady hand in Dick’s hair, it was perfect.
And when he growled and filled Dick’s mouth and throat, stroking his hair and telling him how well he’d done, the older man almost cried.
Jason called him pretty. Beautiful.
And it was enough.